Lily
“So do you have a sex dungeon in here?” I ask, standing and walking to the center of the room. I can’t help looking around at everything. It’s a really modern-looking space. The walls are white with framed black-and-white photographs on them. The couch is bright red, but the rest of the furniture is black. It’s all very chic, and I’m a little scared to touch anything because I might break it or get it dirty.
Years of working with children has taught me that everything is breakable, no matter how durable it seems on TV.
“In my living room?”
“Yeah. Do you have a sex dungeon in here?” I point to the couch. “Like, does this convert into a spanking bench?”
“Someone’s been doing her homework,” he looks amused.
“I have,” I tell him. “I read some websites, watched some porn, and even read one romance novel.”
“Which one?” He asks.
I raise an eyebrow. “Do you also read BDSM romance, Master Thorn?”
“If you’ve actually been doing your homework, you know that title means something, sweetheart.”
I nod, swallowing hard. “It means we’re playing. It means we’re in the middle of a scene. For some couples, the title ‘Master’ is used only when they’re in a committed BDSM relationship. For others, it’s just used during play.”
“Some of my partners prefer to call me ‘Sir.’”
“But you like being called ‘Master.’”
“I do,” he says. “It’s one of those things that just works for me. I know it’s not for everyone. I don’t pretend it is. When we’re together, I won’t force you to call me Master, but you won’t use my first name while we’re playing. You may call me Master or Sir.”
“Master Thorn,” I say, testing the name on my lips. “It’s what I called you the other night.”
“And I loved it very much.”
“May I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Did you masturbate when you got home that night?”
“You mean, did I rub my cock while I thought about my fingers buried inside your pussy, Lily? Did I touch myself until I was so consumed with lust that I came all over my hands? Is that what you’re asking?”
“Yes,” I whisper, suddenly completely overcome with arousal. I’m realizing that my decision to come for him in the car was the right one because if we were in this moment and I knew I wasn’t getting an orgasm, the night would be much, much tougher for me.
As it is, he hasn’t even started touching me yet, and already my pussy is clenching in excitement, with desire. I keep staring at his cock, keep thinking of what it’s going to feel like when he’s inside of me.
“I did, Lily. You were very, very sexy. I loved everything we did together at the club, and I would love to go back with you sometime.”
“I’d like that, too,” I whisper.
“Now, to answer your previous question, I do not have a secret sex dungeon in my living room.”
“Oh,” I feel a little disappointed, but I’m not really sure why. I guess I just expected that maybe, somehow, he’d transform the entire place into a really, really dirty room where everything was dark and dangerous and mysterious. I had this visual of chains coming down from the ceiling and myself hanging in the center, ready for the pleasure only Master Thorn could give me.
“Want to tell me what just went through your head?”
“What? Oh, it was nothing.”
“That’s lie number one, darling,” Master Thorn stands and walks across the room to where I’m standing. He fists my hair and pulls my head back before crushing his lips to mine. “Try again, baby,” he says. “And remember that there will be punishments for lying.”
I should be scared.
I should be embarrassed and frightened and upset, but I’m not. Somehow, his words are turning me on, and I don’t really know why.
That’s not true.
I wasn’t lying when I said I did some homework before our date. I’ve been looking at BDSM websites all week and reading as much as possible. I know a lot, but I realize I still have so much to learn.
One thing I do know is that many women find the idea of sexual punishments sexy. Things like spankings and erotic torture aren’t bad when they’re consensual. There’s nothing wrong about knowing what you like sexually and about going after those things.
There’s nothing wrong with me.
And as Master Thorn kisses me, I’m no longer Lily-from-the-daycare. I’m no longer June’s daycare teacher or Megan’s favorite teacher or Carmen’s weekend substitute. Now I’m a sexual goddess, and Master Thorn is awakening the beast inside of me.
“I was thinking that it would be sexy if you chained me up in here,” I whisper against his lips. “But you don’t have chains in the living room. You said you don’t have a dungeon.”
“I don’t need a dungeon to drive you wild, kitten.”
“You have a lot of nicknames for me,” I whisper.
“Do you prefer I call you Lily?”
“No, I like it when you call me kitten. I like that. I like princess, too. It makes me feel special.”
It makes me feel like I’m not just some slut having sex with a guy I just met. I push that thought from my head because I know I’m not a slut. I’m not easy or sleazy, and even if I was, it’s okay. Women aren’t expected to be chaste and virginal anymore. We’re allowed to have desires. There’s nothing wrong or bad or dirty about that.
“There,” he whispers. “Right there. Tell me what you were just thinking.”
“Right now?” I squeak out. I’ve already been threatened with a spanking for lying about my thoughts. Do I really want to share more now?
“Don’t play games with me.” He tilts my chin up and his eyes pierce into mine. “Tell me. It worried you, and I want to know what you’re nervous about.”
“No, I’m not worried. I was just thinking that you don’t make me feel like a slut, and I like that.”
“Oh, we’re going to be doing some very slutty things, kitten. We’re going to be very, very naughty, but I will always respect you. This is not going to be some situation where we sleep together and tomorrow I decide not to speak to you again. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not asking you to commit to a relationship with me. What I’m asking you is to communicate with me. Tomorrow, if you want to date me, I can tell you right now that I’m all in.”
“Really?” All in? After just one date? It’s strange because I shouldn’t feel this comfortable or at ease with him, yet I do. I really, really do. Jaxson is like fire and ice wrapped in one beautiful, Dominant package, and I want to experience everything he has to offer.
“I don’t enter this lightly, sweetheart. I’m not going to sleep with you and then ditch you, okay? Even if we get up tomorrow and you tell me to fuck off, I’m going to be here for you. Part of being a good Dom means providing quality aftercare.”
“I want to date you,” I blurt out.
“Is that right, princess?”
“Yes,” I squeak out. “I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re amazing and interesting and kind and thoughtful. You’re very unique, and you scare me a little bit sometimes, but I kind of like that, too.”
“I like keeping you on your toes,” he kisses me again. “But right now, I want you on your knees.”